Today is May 31, 2021.
To some, this is just another day. But to me, this is a milestone marker.
One year ago today, on May 31, 2020, I posted about my intentions to write on my blog more frequently. Up until then, I felt like I hadn’t been doing myself any justice. I figured it was time to change that. One post per week; that was the deal I made with myself. I’m sure there are plenty of writers that would laugh this off. If that’s the case, I say, “good on ’em.” You’re far more talented than I. Well done.
But I have a full-time job. I have family (yes, 50% of them have 4 legs). I have a life I want to live. AND…I want to write.
There’s a balance that needs to be achieved. I have nothing to apologize for.
Despite that, I had set a target for myself. At the time, it seemed a lofty goal. I was almost convinced that I wouldn’t be able to do it. That it couldn’t be done. But I was willing to try. No…I was dedicated to trying.
52 posts in a year. That was my benchmark for success. But now that I’m looking back, I realize that this is actually my 59th. I’ve learned a lot in the past year. I feel like I’ve grown, and I had a lot of fun doing it! Truth be told, I can’t wait to continue down this weird path I’ve set myself on.
Don’t let anybody ever tell you you can’t do something. Not even yourself. Because it’s all a load of bull.
I just wanted to give a big thank you to everybody who has stuck with me over the last year, reading all the crap that sits in my head. All the random thoughts and all the strange stories. The revelations and the reflections.
Even if you didn’t read my ramblings, I would still do it anyway.
But I’ll tell you, it certainly helps to have an audience.
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